The waves were waltzing in the Dam <br />of Tungabadra, the vast sea to entice all eyes. <br />The people are fenced from touching the waves <br />as the yawning watery grave is lying in wait to devour, <br />sending these waves, the wicked fairies to lure <br />those who are bewitched by their charms. <br />The rays of the evening Sun made the watery surface gleaming! <br />I was catching the ebb and flow of the tides by a camera. <br /> <br />The flowing water in the canals, <br />the blooming heavens of the gardens, <br />the skating rush of water through the sluice gates <br />and the eateries along the mound nearby <br />are not drawing the crowds. <br /> <br />The people were watching the waves with wonder and calm. <br />Suddenly, a gust of wind blew off the waves to rise high <br />and leap over the fence to rinse us and my camera! <br /> <br />Oh, the marvel of Tungabadra has blessed me <br />to wake from the agony set in mind recently in public service <br />and sing about the drizzle flushing through the bamboo grove <br />and the setting Sun fainting over the watery surface far off! <br /> --------------<br /><br />rajendran muthiah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-it-a-dam-or-a-violent-sea-tungabadra-andhra-india/
